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Oh the tears
Oh the pain
Oh the anguish
The suffering of the people
With their sorrowful heart
Broken to pieces by wickedness
Smothered and shredded
Afflicted and forsaken
Seeking peace and comfort
Calling out to whoever
Crying out for help
But all to no avail

I dwell in self gratification
I live in a conceited world
My words are to your derision
Denunciation is my motto
I care less about the world around me
Stinginess lies in my marrow
I am aroused by an inordinate desire for greatness
Treachery lies in my heart
I am impenitent and obdurate
I am consumed by my profane thoughts

And yet I say
I am chosen nation
A royal priesthood
A peculiar person
Dwelling in Glory and Splendor
Enjoying the Goodness of The Almighty
Not minding the world around me
Ignoring their cries
Overlooking their pains
Oblivious to their anguish
Though I know the way to peace
And God as made me a light of the world
I covert this light for myself alone
**My selfish deeds
I can't face people,
Or share my fears with others,
I write because that's the one thing I'm good at,
I get to express my feelings.
When I look in your eyes,
I get lost in their depths,
But by penning it down I find ease.
When I write,
It feels as if it's only me and my paper's.
Filling all the pages with my black ink.
I feel proud of my capabilities.
Feeling worth it.
 Aug 2015 Gul e Dawoodi
Batool
They were just strangers
but due to some
unknown reasons
The pull of his black eyes
raised tides
in her ocean blue ones...
He felt himself drowning
in her storm struk eyes
discovering the depths
of her ocean blue eyes...
But,
before he could emerge
on surface
she blinked
and walked away
taking a part of his soul
with her
entrapped in her
storm struck eyes!!
 Aug 2015 Gul e Dawoodi
Batool
Once
A man with broad vision
dreamt...
About the land of pures
Then
a man with excellent leadership skills
stood up to fulfill
the first man's dream
he gathered the scattered people
he fought for what was
righyfully ours
he turned the rouges into NATION
Togather they
suffered
sacrificed
bled
but yet the remained strong
holding each others back
against the cunning enemy
they were pure by heart
they had the golden soules
faith was running in their veins
thus they were granted
after years of hardship
with the most beautiful gift
the first man's dream was now a reality...!!

the man who dreamt IQBAL
the man who lead JINNAH
the land of pure PAKISTAN
the nation created PAKISTANIS
and this is OUR story !!

Independence Day !!
PROUD TO BE A PAKISTANI !!
14 August Our Independence Day .. Dont hate us for what we are not -terrorist .. Love us for what we are - Jinnah's Pakistan
What's the point of everything ?
When you see the beauty of this world,
The stars, the galaxy,
Well the whole universe,
Whats the point of science and technology,
What's the point of all of it?
When we don't believe that there's God.
He's in our soul,
He's always on the lookout for all of us,
Showering His blessings upon us,
He has given us respect,
He has given us chances,
We have sinned,
We have gone astray from His path,
Still He is with us,
Giving and forgiving,
Thank God for what He's given us,
For there's nothing more precious than His love !
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